March 2011
Hands clasped tight,
he struggles to pull apart the intricately tangled knots in
his mind.
He is in desperate search
of a sign, a talisman
to prove that he exists.
Deep breaths.
Eyes closed.
He is in there somewhere.
His mind ferociously fights against
his attempts to de-tangle years of
twists and turns.
With every inhalation
slowly taken
into his weakening lungs,
and every slight twitch
of his heavy eyelids,
he searches.
